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I went through the plain front door and up the stairs. There was a bell at the door. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later a buzzer sounded, and I went in.

The reception desk was to my right, and a man of about 30 greeted me. He was dressed in a white tunic. I started wondering if he was there for the same thing as me, and if it was his first time. Neither of us spoke. A moment later, a girl in a white nurses uniform, and he left with her. Long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and generous breasts, from what I could see under the uniform.

She looked about 25 years old. She gave me a wide smile. I noticed it was very high. We walked along a corridor and she stopped at the last door of three on the right.

The corridor had cream painted walls, and the white doors had no signs on them. She opened the door and went in, and I followed. The room was about two by three metres in size. There was a chair, and a cushioned bench. On the end of the bench was a pile of about 10 magazines. Not the kind that they had in the waiting room. A small television and DVD player was wall mounted above the end of the bench, and on the chair was a selection of unmarked DVD cases.

There was also a box of tissues. She was holding a small clear plastic pot, with a screwlid. Are you okay with everything? Have you got any questions? The sound on the TV is always turned down. I checked the door and noticed there was no lock on it. I sat on the bench and flicked through the magazines, and felt myself starting to get hard. I unzipped my trousers and eased my cock out. I moved over to the chair and slipped my trousers down to my knees, and tried to read a magazine, but reading one handed was a bit difficult, so I decided to watch one of the films.

I stood up with my cock jutting out, and my trousers slipped down to my ankles. I selected one of the unmarked films and put it in the DVD player.

It took a few seconds to come on and I rested back in the chair. The film showed a blonde with average sized breasts, sucking off a guy, standard stuff. I started to wank and tried to relax back, but felt a bit on edge as though someone might walk through the door at any moment.

After twenty minutes, I was still not close to coming and starting to get a bit worried about how long it would take me. Then there was a knock at the door. Her head appeared round the door, and she came in. She noticed the empty sample pot. We usually have to do it three or four times a week. She told me to lie on the bench, and slip my trousers down to my ankles, and pull my shirt up to my chest.

She stood beside the bench, and I gasped as I felt her hand rest on my soft penis, and start to massage it gently. I felt it swell, and she felt it too. A reasonable seven inches. She had my hard cock in her small hand, and grasped it for a few seconds. After a minute or so she spoke.

But at the end of the day, we get the deposit. The man, no doubt, leaves feeling a bit more satisfied, and we get, well…. There was a period of silence. I could hear the gentle slap of flesh against flesh and lay my head back for a moment savouring the feeling of her small hand on my cock. I told you I like this job.

Can you imagine if you had a job where you got to, basically…. What is like though, getting to wank off all these men? I noticed that I could see the outline of a lacy bra underneath. I tried to keep glimpsing at her tits, and her hand on my cock which was more difficult to see, so I just gazed at her tits. Her breasts looked bigger in the lacy bra, and I could see the darkness of her nipples through it. She unhooked her bra behind her back and leant forward so it slipped off, and I saw her tits.

They were very firm, looked like a D-cup, very smooth around the nipples. Her nipples were quite thick, and jutted out, beautifully. She put her hand on my cock again and started to wank me.

I watched her breasts swing and bounce back and forth with the movement of her jacking on my cock. Occasionally, she would change pace or move her hand down and rub my balls to bring on my orgasm. I started to moan. Because I have to collect your sperm in the pot. Just give me a warning of your ejaculation. I spread my legs slightly and raised my bum up to try to direct the feelings to the tip of my cock……through my thighs, behind my balls……tingling in my balls…..

First jet very strong…. More spurts, she angled the pot up, and it shot in……me still pushing my cock up. She was still jacking my cock through my orgasm, feeling the pulsating shaft, going soft and hard between spurts. More spurts, and more thick spunk collecting in the little pot.

As the last spurt came, she kept wanking me through it so the feelings remained and died away, and a few seconds later, she stopped and held my still hard penis in her hand, a dribble of come had run down from the tip and over her thumb.

She held the pot up and we looked at the contents. She turned and put the pot down on the chair, and turning back, standing there topless, said.. Then her left hand, and the string of spunk running across all her fingers. She held her hand up and let her tongue hang out and let me watch as she slowly ran her tongue through my come, licking it off her fingers and onto her lips.

When it was all gone, she closed the pot, and started to put her bra on, and then button her uniform.

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Sex stories hand job xxx

I went through the plain front door and up the stairs. There was a bell at the door. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later a buzzer sounded, and I went in. The reception desk was to my right, and a man of about 30 greeted me.

He was dressed in a white tunic. I started wondering if he was there for the same thing as me, and if it was his first time. Neither of us spoke. A moment later, a girl in a white nurses uniform, and he left with her. Long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and generous breasts, from what I could see under the uniform. She looked about 25 years old. She gave me a wide smile. I noticed it was very high. We walked along a corridor and she stopped at the last door of three on the right.

The corridor had cream painted walls, and the white doors had no signs on them. She opened the door and went in, and I followed.

The room was about two by three metres in size. There was a chair, and a cushioned bench. On the end of the bench was a pile of about 10 magazines. Not the kind that they had in the waiting room. A small television and DVD player was wall mounted above the end of the bench, and on the chair was a selection of unmarked DVD cases.

There was also a box of tissues. She was holding a small clear plastic pot, with a screwlid. Are you okay with everything? Have you got any questions? The sound on the TV is always turned down.

I checked the door and noticed there was no lock on it. I sat on the bench and flicked through the magazines, and felt myself starting to get hard. I unzipped my trousers and eased my cock out. I moved over to the chair and slipped my trousers down to my knees, and tried to read a magazine, but reading one handed was a bit difficult, so I decided to watch one of the films.

I stood up with my cock jutting out, and my trousers slipped down to my ankles. I selected one of the unmarked films and put it in the DVD player. It took a few seconds to come on and I rested back in the chair. The film showed a blonde with average sized breasts, sucking off a guy, standard stuff. I started to wank and tried to relax back, but felt a bit on edge as though someone might walk through the door at any moment.

After twenty minutes, I was still not close to coming and starting to get a bit worried about how long it would take me.

Then there was a knock at the door. Her head appeared round the door, and she came in. She noticed the empty sample pot. We usually have to do it three or four times a week. She told me to lie on the bench, and slip my trousers down to my ankles, and pull my shirt up to my chest. She stood beside the bench, and I gasped as I felt her hand rest on my soft penis, and start to massage it gently.

I felt it swell, and she felt it too. A reasonable seven inches. She had my hard cock in her small hand, and grasped it for a few seconds. After a minute or so she spoke. But at the end of the day, we get the deposit. The man, no doubt, leaves feeling a bit more satisfied, and we get, well…. There was a period of silence. I could hear the gentle slap of flesh against flesh and lay my head back for a moment savouring the feeling of her small hand on my cock.

I told you I like this job. Can you imagine if you had a job where you got to, basically…. What is like though, getting to wank off all these men? I noticed that I could see the outline of a lacy bra underneath. I tried to keep glimpsing at her tits, and her hand on my cock which was more difficult to see, so I just gazed at her tits.

Her breasts looked bigger in the lacy bra, and I could see the darkness of her nipples through it. She unhooked her bra behind her back and leant forward so it slipped off, and I saw her tits. They were very firm, looked like a D-cup, very smooth around the nipples. Her nipples were quite thick, and jutted out, beautifully. She put her hand on my cock again and started to wank me.

I watched her breasts swing and bounce back and forth with the movement of her jacking on my cock. Occasionally, she would change pace or move her hand down and rub my balls to bring on my orgasm. I started to moan. Because I have to collect your sperm in the pot. Just give me a warning of your ejaculation. I spread my legs slightly and raised my bum up to try to direct the feelings to the tip of my cock……through my thighs, behind my balls……tingling in my balls…..

First jet very strong…. More spurts, she angled the pot up, and it shot in……me still pushing my cock up. She was still jacking my cock through my orgasm, feeling the pulsating shaft, going soft and hard between spurts.

More spurts, and more thick spunk collecting in the little pot. As the last spurt came, she kept wanking me through it so the feelings remained and died away, and a few seconds later, she stopped and held my still hard penis in her hand, a dribble of come had run down from the tip and over her thumb.

She held the pot up and we looked at the contents. She turned and put the pot down on the chair, and turning back, standing there topless, said.. Then her left hand, and the string of spunk running across all her fingers. She held her hand up and let her tongue hang out and let me watch as she slowly ran her tongue through my come, licking it off her fingers and onto her lips.

When it was all gone, she closed the pot, and started to put her bra on, and then button her uniform.

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  1. Just give me a warning of your ejaculation. I stood up with my cock jutting out, and my trousers slipped down to my ankles.

  2. On the end of the bench was a pile of about 10 magazines. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later a buzzer sounded, and I went in.

  3. The man, no doubt, leaves feeling a bit more satisfied, and we get, well…. She had my hard cock in her small hand, and grasped it for a few seconds.

  4. A reasonable seven inches. There was also a box of tissues. He was dressed in a white tunic.

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